More than Enough

Guilt enough, guilt red as spitting up blood, ugly bitter guilt
angry as a sleep that will not keep me in its gentle embrace.

Betrayal enough, betrayal that pretends to have been genuine,
that laughs openly at how easily my confidence was achieved.

Silence enough, silence that opens up each new word like air
and carves a hole in it to make an impenetrable wall of stone.

Prison enough, prison that casts no shadows on its own dark,
from which hope of release is but an old dream to be crushed.

Death enough, death dying again each time I am brought back,
again and again to die, endless death, death more than enough.

Knowledge enough, knowledge enough to look me in the eye
without flinching. Pain enough, pain enough to go around.


based on notes left by sara


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